“Also I don’t think it’s fair that you know my name and I don’t know yours.” He let out a small chuckle, one that both surprised me while tu...ning me on. “Would you prefer it if I call you Fucktastic Gal?” The elevator doors dinged open behind us and he tightened his arm around me, walking me backwards as he moved to exit the elevator. We stopped in the middle of the hallway and he looked down at me, waiting for my response. I hummed and darted out my tongue to lick the same spot I had kissed.. I liked that reaction from him, but I was really interested in what the girl thought. I spread my legs so that my softball sized sack could get some air, and turned so that she could get a good look at my equipment.Her reaction was much the same as I had seen on the faces of other females. Her eyes were wide and her cute mouth formed an oh of surprise. As she watched, a clear drop of precum oozed out of the inch long slit at the tip of my cock and dripped down my long shaft.I was really getting. It was as if the actions ofmy lips and tongue were pulling blood into the shaft, making it grow andharden. Soon I got my first taste of what every hard cock releases:slightly salty pre-cum. I had drawn it out of him, as my lips andtongue had produced the raging erection in my mouth.Now that his cock was hard, I began to concentrate on the techniques I'dused to fellate the dildo. I twirled my tongue around the head, thenlicked my way down the shaft. When I came back up the shaft I looked upat. In his mind's eye he saw his oldest son Tommy trying to slide whilestanding up. He had tumbled off the side and wound up with his arm in asling. Marjorie cried and lectured him on safety. Carl worried, butdidn't want his boy to be afraid to try new things, so he told him"Anything good comes with risks. Remember what the view was like from uptop." Tommy once told him that was the best advice he'd ever gotten.A touch of depression welcomed him home. Turning on the lights helped,but the house was.